Ok so yes I realize I am fairly behind in my posts. So much has happened since I last blogged, and it is fairly embaressing! I really need to catch you all up on my experiences at Van Fashion Week, my recent catalogue shoot, and my most exciting news so far: MOVING! However I was recently reminded (by a very good friend) about an old entry that I would like to reshare so I thought I would copy & paste it, from my very first blog (that I am currently locked out of because I don't know what email I used to set it up or my password). So please enjoy (and excuse some of the poor grammer)...
They are everywhere. I especially see them riding the bus and more are venturing onto that new train, the canada line. They do a lot of window shopping and they drink a lot of tea. Discounts are a perk when shopping and going for Sunday brunch. All too often they seem to be over looked and generalized and fashion wise never really considered. But oh are there ever significant stereotypes. The ederly are every where and lately their sense of fashion has captivated me.
The most blatant image of an elderly woman that comes to mind is one with a taste for gaudy gold jewelry. Huge clip on gold earrings and a cashmere sweater that has been embroidered with sequins and Swarovski crystals. She wears dress slacks with front pleats or a 1940′s conservative calf length wool skirt. Otherwise she can be spotted wearing a sweet 1940′s swing era skirt pulled up and over her belly resting under her ribcage with a bloused top, gathered shoulder yokes and a v neck, crossed in front, or button down top.
Then there are the overly made up eldery asian women. Those poor souls that decided to get perminent eyebrows tattooed on when there hair was a much darker colour and their skin a lot tighter. They attempt to overcompensate by wearing the most defining and dark lipsticks with lipliner drawn just a fraction of an inch over their natural lip line. Also conveniently a shade or so darker then the actual lipstick. This allows for a pair of smacking burgandy lips to be painted on a pale with yellow undertones parchment called skin, with eyebrows never ceasingly arched hovering in place
On the other hand there are the down trodden elderly woman who, quiet as mice, walk from rubbish bin to rubbish bin searching for cans. Their attire is usually a pair of old grey sweatpants, a larger sweater or tshirt and very small feet shuffling in Mary-Jane style Chinese slippers.
Far from hiding in the shadows are the brilliantly coloured Indian woman adorning themselves in every colour of the rainbow with beading and silks that sparkle and drape majestically over their curvy and soft skin. Old and wise eyes look out from a face full wrinkles and lines and they order the same thing every other elderly woman orders.
A cup of tea.
Who are these woman that so often go unnoticed or over looked? Where are their stories and what do their wardrobes say? Why do they wear what they wear and when does our sense of style change to that?
Sometimes I fantasize about what kind of ‘old’ lady I could be. I think about playing golf and riding around in a golf cart on sunny days and clutching my purse with my gnarled fingers as I plunk away at the slot machine on rainy days. Obviously I’m displaying big gold earrings and a giant sparkly broch pinned to my granny sweater. I imagine sitting in bermuda shorts and a “sleeveless” shirt with a big sunhat and sunglasses while lounging by the poolside on my latest cruise around the world.
Then my thoughts settle on what old lady I want to be. I want to be the woman who proudly walks in (even if it is with a walker) wearing my tried and true chanel matching skirt and blazer. My small, modest pumps and perfect nylons are simple but practical. A tasteful line of pearls sits gently on my neck and I wear my diamonds proudly on my left hand. I still go to live theatre, design clothes and of course I know the sales attendants at my local chanel boutique. But if I woke up that morning feeling playful I’d grab a pair of my glitzy Betsey Johnson earings and wear lepard print gloves with my tasteful cream and sand tones (cause there’s soemthing about the off whites, beiges and browns that the ederly love) wool skirt and silk blouse. Then I take out my Vogue at my local tea shop and muse about the ‘new’ fashion I saw coming 50 years earlier. And after a long and leasurly morning of reading and crooning about design, while simultaneously putting the finishing touches on my latest haute couture line; I head to my yoga studio. Yes thats the woman I want to be be. Elegant, Educated, Creative and Respected. Nimble, alive, fashionable and still ever much following my passions.
This makes me wonder again if that’s who I want to be in 50 years, who are the elderyly now, what were their dreams, where are their dreams and what do they think now?
She’s still watching, judging and forming, Her point of View.
I am originally from Vancouver, Canada but I made the big move to Ireland in September 2012. I work in a design & buying office called Styletex and want to work towards a career in Buying. My degree is in Costume Design which is my first love but my heart is also in production design, theatre, fashion, history, culture and style. I love seeing the world and I may have a small obsession with weddings and bridal fashion- so visit my other blog: http://unveilthis.blogspot.com to see that side of me.